Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.

ENDORPHINATIONis so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.

Friday, December 28, 2012

TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA vs 13 MOONS

Blue Oculus Luna: JostFoto

If you've been following my posts over the last few years, you've read about what I see as the stimulation of the telluric/devic realm. The nature spirits, the Devas and the Djiin are communicating telesensory messages through the medium of flora and fauna. If one tunes out the media blitz-krieg, sights and sounds observed and heard of a new meta-lexicon of BIOENERGETIC INTEGRATION is being transmitted---a song without words.

Today's full moon, 28 December 2012, culminating @ 5:21 AM/EST occurred @ 7 degrees Cancer. The Sabian symbol for that degree: "TWO NATURE SPIRITS DANCING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT: The play of invisible forces in all manifestations of life."

Luna is the astral sorceress who charms and enchants with her etheric potency. The vital processes are cast under a spell. The two celestial-body sisters, Gaia and Luna, are singing a duet that conjures up the manifestation of the dream, the ideal, the invisible made visible in the dawn of a nascent everyday reality.

"Thousands of years ago, wo/man lived in harmony with the rest of the natural world. Through what we would today call Telepathy, s/he communicated with animals, plants, and other forms of life-none of which s/he considered 'beneath' her/himself, only different, with different jobs to perform. S/He worked side by side with earth angels and nature spirits, with whom s/he shared responsibility for taking care of the world." ― Benjamin Hoff, The Te Of PigletFollowing a week later on the heels of the Mayan 13th Baktun's ending, this moon is the 13th full moon closing the year 2012. Shouldn't that tell us something about natural rhythms in synch with lunar phases through the seasonal cycle. What is it about this fear of the number 13, triskaidekaphobia? Whatever happened to the 13 moon calendar? For that matter, who displaced a disgraced Ophiucus from the zodiacal pie chart. How come Mary Magdalene is not readily recognized as the 13th disciple of Jesus? Look no further than timelines scheduled on the unnatural, engineered Gregorian Calendar, storybooks plotted and schemed by those with humanity's disempowerment at stake.Yet, far be it for one to question the way things have always been done. If one comes to the conclusion that---"HEY! Do you suppose we should entertain doing things radically different from now on? 'Cause this schemata sure ain't cutting it." You're profiled a wingnut lunatic! I ask, just look around you. Is it a pretty picture!?

Ergo, the song, WOMAN IN THE MOON (clocking in @ 4:44), sung by the incomparable Streisand, is an apropos, relevant paean, an ASTROMANTRA, for the creative imagination busily setting intentions for a brighter future: A STAR IS BORN."I was warned as a child of thirteen Not to act too strong Try to look like you belong but don't push girl Save your time and trouble Don't misbehave I was raised in a 'No You Don't World' Overrun with rules Memorize your lines and move as directed That's an age old story Everybody knows that's a worn out song But you and I are changing that tune We're learning new rhythms from the woman I said the woman in the moon Little sister, little brother Keep on pushin' Don't believe a word about Things you heard about Askin' too much too soon 'Cause they can hold back the tide But they can never hold the woman in the moon I believe there's a best of both worlds Mixing old and new Recognizing change is seldom expected As I long suspected They believed that strange was a word for wrong Well not in my song 'Cause you, you and I are changing that tune We're learning new rhythms from that woman in the moon Little sister, little brother Keep on pushin' Don't believe a word about Things you heard about Askin' too much too soon 'Cause they can hold back the tide But they can never hold the woman I said the woman in the moon..." ~ Ascher/WilliamsHere's the spell-binding performance by La Streisand from the film, A STAR IS BORN:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enipqKVihmI

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EPIPHANY: TRANSFIGURATION: WHY I AM WHO I AM

I must have been 5 years old, because I recall sharing a bedroom with my younger brother, 4 years my junior. He slept behind retractable bars in a crib. My twin-size bed was positioned parallel within whispering distance, the headboard situated under a rather large window festooned with curtains, sheer and diaphanous.

Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.

On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.

It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.

The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...

Jost

I am an eternal seeker of the numinous and mystical. Possessing a penchant for couture and culture, I like to think outside the box. The Golden Rule has always been a guiding proverb. Off the beaten path, you would find me eager to revel in magic and adventure.

NUN ASCENDING, Assisi, 1999: Jost van Dyke

APHORISM

All the life-changing golden opportunities, every narrow escape disclosing a providential detour, prayers seemingly unanswered, wishes coming true at a precise intersection of longitude and latitude, bravely marching onward to a unique beat of miraculous systolic rhythm has led you to where you're sitting at this moment in time and space, NOW.